Gallach lay on the ice, the wind and snow mixed with a miserable cry, as if someone was crying for help far away, and it seemed to be just the whining of the cold wind. She knew what had happened, but she didn't know how many people were left alive now.

"How are you doing?" ...

Chapter 119 of "Wandering in the Sand Sculpture Snow Tea Plane" The mysterious magic pupil is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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